HumanityA Poem by Tess
Humans,
Humans society rakes the Earth like scars on our skin, Our wars like long serrated knives dragging slowly, Our bombs like bullets ripping though skin, muscle, and bone, Our searching minds like firing guns, Our own heart a weak salve, © 2016 TessReviews
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